
Time is seven minutes to fifteen minutes. A beautiful almond-eyed woman was sitting sweetly in the back seat. Today he deliberately ordered a taxi online that would take him to the Anderson residence.
As planned, Clarissa with Sean and Ibrahim will go to review the project of building a hospital in the city of M. The woman was asked to come first to the mansion, retrieve the important files left behind. Ibrahim was waiting for the pair of men and women on the runway of a private jet.
"We've reached our destination, miss. Want to be dropped off in front of here or right in front of the entrance of the mansion?" the taxi driver asked as his four-wheeled vehicle stopped in front of a towering gate with a golden colour.
Clarissa who was busy playing the mobile phone raised her head, staring at the magnificent luxury building in front of her. Eight huge pillars support a magnificent two-storey Mediterranean-style building.
The corner of the woman's right lip is pulled upwards. His chest moved with fireworks, his right hand clenched perfectly until it showed a white book of nails. It was obvious that a flash of emotion was emanating in the glare of her beautiful eyes, but not a single person saw it.
Clarissa smiled, but not a friendly smile but a smile that contained a meaning. Inwardly happy because after five years, he was finally able to meet someone in his past.
The beautiful woman sitting in the back seat raised her chin upwards while sighing deeply. "Let me down right in front of the entrance of the mansion alone, sir. The owner of the mansion has given me the order to go inside as soon as we get there."
"Alright if Miss wants that, I'll take you to your destination." Then, the online taxi driver again stuck the gas near the gate.
When the car had stopped right in front of the gate, one of the bodyguards checked Clarissa's and the driver's identity despite real evidence showing that the woman's arrival was on Sean's errand, but the two guards continued to carry out the task given by the great master.
"Safe!" exclaimed one of the security officers in charge of checking the contents of the trunk using a metal detector. One person checks the identity of the driver and passengers, another checks the trunk of the car to ensure that no dangerous items are hidden by intruders.
As a successful businessman, of course David Anderson has many competitors to not rule out the possibility of one of them revenge and intend to commit a crime to members of the Anderson family so that security is so important to them.
"Please come in, Miss Clarissa. Sorry for taking your time" said one security officer. The man in black uniform learned Clarissa's name after reading the woman's identity card.
Instead of feeling offended at the exaggerated attitude shown to her, Clarissa smiled warmly and said, "No problem, sir. You guys just do the job. So, I can take it."
The two security officers bowed their heads, saluting Clarissa. They treat their guests well, as well as their employers.
After giving fifty thousand in cash as much as three pieces, Clarissa got out of the car. The body is tall, the body of a Spanish guitar saddle like a pregawati on a paint walk. Blouse peach color combined with a white skirt below the knee and do not forget the sweet smile increasingly makes the woman look charming, like an Angel who came down from Khayangan.
"Good morning, miss," said the waiter politely. A few servants bowed their heads before Clarissa.
The servants had been told in advance that there would be a young woman coming to the mansion who was none other than Sean's personal secretary. Therefore, they welcome the friendly of such important guests.
"She, Miss. Mr. Sean told me that his secretary would come here with important company files" the butler said. "It just so happens that you are still exercising in the fitness room. Maybe ten more minutes is over. I was sent a message to take Miss to the living room, waiting for Mr. Sean to finish his regular exercise."
"Ah .. so." Clarissa nodded her head. "Yes, no problem. I can wait for him."
"Come, Miss. I'll take you inside." The butler pointed the direction to Clarissa and let the woman sit on the sofa.
Put that crazy ass on the couch. Clarissa looked around, watching every wall of the house. A smile expands when the net sees a woman in a two-bodied state sitting on the edge of the lake against the background of sunlight who wants to return to her contest.
The orange-golden twilight glow as the sunset struck the woman's side of the face from the right. Oval face, dimples on both corners of the lips and shaded eyes make the woman in the photo look so beautiful.
"It is fitting that Miss Xena is beautiful, apparently the Mama is the most beautiful woman on earth" murmured Clarissa, praising Sabrina's natural beauty. Although without makeup thick, even impressed very natural but the aura of Sabrina's beauty still radiated.
As a woman, Clarissa fell in love with Sabrina at first sight. They must be in a race to get love and affection from the woman. Of the many men, only Sean was lucky to make the woman the Queen in his heart.
But unfortunately, Sabrina's age is not long. She died shortly after giving birth to Xena into this world. Even so, the name Sabrina will continue to be beautifully imprinted in the hearts of Sean and Xena for good.
Long enough Clarissa waited for Sean's presence before her, but the man never showed his nose. In order not to feel bored from waiting too long, the woman reached out to the front reaching for the fashion magazine on the table.
"Ehm .. apparently the Kremes brand has relaunched the latest bag collection. Looks like this weekend I have to go to the mall, buy this expensive bag. If not, I'd be sorry because this is a limited edition product" Clarissa said. Go shopping on the weekend. Whatever happens, he must get the item even though he is still in M city.
Clarissa's attention was distracted as the voice of a woman galloped towards the living room. He looked up his head, looking at a woman standing up while looking at himself question mark.
"Good morning, ma'am," said Clarissa kindly. Smiling with hateful eyes.
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